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micah6vs8 |
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February 14, 2013 05:06:06pm |
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GratefulDead
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Re: Sammy Hagar singing Loose Lucy |
I was actually there twice. The first time as a 14 year old w/ my family and then later by myself (kind of). My fathers best friends sister (got that) and her husband lived in Aiea. My first trip was a trip. The first day we got there I went outside to use their pool and the two guys they had hired to do some landscaping lit up a joint as casually as you please during their break. I had never seen so bold a smoke-break before! We did the whole tourist deal on that trip (and yes we went to every botanical garden on Oahu).
To your point about poverty and resentment, one afternoon we were swimming at Kalama Beach and a local and my father got into a fist fight b/c the guy said the beach was for locals and not white people (at least that is what he told the cops). It was kind of a scary deal as we were the only white people there and though only one guy got into fisticuffs with my Dad he had numerous friends. To be fair, my father had been drinking and had a permanent chip on his shoulders in those days and sadly fisticuffs were not a unique event in his life. The local probably said something he took exception to and instead of moving on and letting it be...
The second time was very different. In the middle of my time when I saw a lot of shows, ect.. No fist fights (far from it) but lots of smoke-breaks! It was on that trip that I fell in love w/ the island. I wished I scratched the surface much more then I did, but I was young and had a pretty sweet deal (nice and mellow place to stay and friends) so I wasn't overly adventurous (in that way ;-). Cost of living was/is high so save up those pennies...
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Diamondhead |
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February 14, 2013 06:01:52pm |
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GratefulDead
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Re: Sammy Hagar singing Loose Lucy |
You should definitely journey there again. There's that name again. It's definitely a heavy place and you have the jones for sure. And yes, the cost and education were the factors for leaving after our son came into our lives. Better to visit than live unless you've got a niche somehow or are rich.
Story: on my second bike trip in 1977 I spent two month circling Kauai and the Big Island. I flew from LAX to Hilo and headed towards the black sand beaches of Kalapana (now under yards of lava). Along the way, I stopped in a hippie town named Pahoa and met a really nice haole - a sociology Phd (trying to remember) refugee from the Bay area. He was now living on odd state jobs, unemployment, and growing pot in the hills (Puna Butter was that district's name.)Invited me to stay in his home, which I did for a few days. Took me all around. Turns out he was a big time Deadhead with a huge collection of tapes and a great stereo. What a fun time. His name was Dick Latvala. After I came back home we continued to correspond for a while. I would send him a box of Maxells and he would send back concerts and pot. $100 per oz was the rate at that time. He was a good wrapper! Lucky they didn't check the mail that well in those days. Anyway, lost track of him as time went on and then one day I bought a new Dead cd and, lo and behold, there was ole Dick listed in the credits as caterer. Well, I thought, that's an interesting life change. Who knew? :)
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